The Book of the Sonnet, Том 1Leigh Hunt, Samuel Adams Lee Roberts Brothers, 1867 |
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... grace and facility of a bird , and charming in every flight . " There would be more poets in a nation , more pleasure in the general reading of poetry , and no fear of the in- compatibility of such pleasures with the duties of active ...
... grace and facility of a bird , and charming in every flight . " There would be more poets in a nation , more pleasure in the general reading of poetry , and no fear of the in- compatibility of such pleasures with the duties of active ...
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... grace- ful Guido Guinicelli and the others , carried to philo- sophical heights of refinement those efforts of the brain which the Provençal poets were in the habit of substi- tuting for effusions of the heart ; but these transcenden ...
... grace- ful Guido Guinicelli and the others , carried to philo- sophical heights of refinement those efforts of the brain which the Provençal poets were in the habit of substi- tuting for effusions of the heart ; but these transcenden ...
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... grace . Far was he from any such nullity . He had a great deal of grace , but not so much in distinction from the critical sense of it ; not such reliance upon it , apart from the aid to be given it by the accomplishments of style ...
... grace . Far was he from any such nullity . He had a great deal of grace , but not so much in distinction from the critical sense of it ; not such reliance upon it , apart from the aid to be given it by the accomplishments of style ...
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... grace , only serves to complete the charm of its felicity by testifying to its truth . The poet was a Lombard , and often spoke as happily in his Lombardisms as Homer and Chapman did in provin- cialisms of Greece and England . The ...
... grace , only serves to complete the charm of its felicity by testifying to its truth . The poet was a Lombard , and often spoke as happily in his Lombardisms as Homer and Chapman did in provin- cialisms of Greece and England . The ...
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... grace , and vows ' might , " and so it goes on to the last , the series of nouns and verbs being all drawn out of one another in orderly consequence and dependence . The work is full of other imitations of the Italians , bad as well as ...
... grace , and vows ' might , " and so it goes on to the last , the series of nouns and verbs being all drawn out of one another in orderly consequence and dependence . The work is full of other imitations of the Italians , bad as well as ...
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Страница 236 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration: the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Страница 235 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Страница 179 - LAWRENCE ! of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining ? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily' and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun.
Страница xii - Scorn not the Sonnet ; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound ; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound ; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow : a glow-worm lamp...
Страница 160 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Страница 180 - Purification in the old Law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind: Her face was veiled, yet to my fancied sight, Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shined So clear, as in no face with more delight. But O as to embrace me she inclined, I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
Страница 272 - Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors: — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair Love's ripening breast To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest; Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever, — or else swoon to death.
Страница 263 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Страница 159 - From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew ; Nor did...
Страница 175 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our Fathers worshipped stocks and stones...